...it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.

When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.

Truth to tell, the longer I live, the more I'm tempted to think that the only moderately worthwhile people in the world are you and I.

Don't you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?

It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?

You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.

How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.

It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them.

One must not permit oneself excesses, except with persons whom one wishes soon to leave.

Will you, then, never grow weary of being unjust?

Moreover it is easier, in the informality of conversation, to achieve that excitement and incoherence which is the true eloquence of love.

Conventional wisdom nor scientific, mathematical prove of randomness in life could do nothing to deter human's curiosity for the unknown, however small the chance of a positive outcome maybe.

Life has ill-prepared me for finding any enjoyment in a press of merrymakers.

The first step to solving your problem is admitting that you have one.

The power of the Dark Side cannot be dispersed among the masses. It must be concentrated in the few who are worthy of the honor.

Behind the contained and orderly lives we lead as members of the respectable middle class there's a terrible human capacity that may one day overwhelm any of us.

The emphasis has been on rights, not responsibilities. When it comes to piecing together the fragments of broken lives, we have tended to place the entire burden on the state and its agencies.

I stopped feeling like I didn't belong anywhere, and realized that I actually belonged anywhere I wanted to be.

people who refuse to take risks live with a feeling of dread that is far more severe than what they would feel if they took the risks necessary to make them less helpless - only they don't know it!

We need only in cold blood to act as if the thing in question were real and it will infallibly end by growing into such a connection with our life that it will become real.